Hailed To His King's Side
O' my beloved, hailed to his King's side
About his neck, his crucifix
About his breast, exalted pride
His charger armored for conflict
My heart racing at the ethereal sight
Our son, so young, his perfect mimic
Let me hold you, my beloved Knight
One more time, as we both know
Never will you return from this fight
But why, why must you go? Forget not your bow!
Tis but a whim of this jealous King
Who cares not, Of our family to grow-
From Heaven, be listening, for every year in early spring-
Ensuing this day hence, in your cherished memory, I shall sing.
Romance
*A charger is a big warhorse.
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